Ryoma's brow furrowed. "Hinoka does that? ...Well. Thinking on how often this happens, I can't fault her for it."

Seeing how this wasn't the problem he's faced with on the daily, he'd retract from sharing any critique to his sister, especially when considering she may be the best at handling this habitual occurrence from her retainer by this point.

"Still, I'm sure you are aware of how unhealthy this habit is for you, Setsuna. I will avoid the hypotheticals, but you have been blessed by fortune to not have fallen into anything dangerous..."

This is typical Ryoma, always finding room to express concern for the people close to him, even when Hinoka's retainer is in the most compromising of positions. Ryoma procured a wakizashi for this moment, beginning his steady work sawing at her restraints with the short blade.

"Sometimes. Not often. She figured out I enjoyed it. She's so smart."

Setsuna heard the sound of a sword being drawn and did her best not to move too much. She felt the ropes vibrate as he sawed away at them. It kind of felt nice. "Yeah, I'm really good at finding them...it's the getting out that is tricky."

It usually took people like Lord Ryoma, who were kind enough to actually stop and help her, for Setsuna to get out. Even if this was the first time, she always knew that he would be the kind of kindhearted person who would stop to help.

"I'll try to be healthier." Setsuna hummed. She felt the ropes start to get more and more loose. She could even put her foot down on the ground now. "Thank you for getting me out...Oh, I should do something nice for you as a thank you. Do you need anything? I'm very helpful."

Ryoma shook his head, respectfully declining the offer. "You don't need to worry about owing me any favors,"

And that's especially if the favor involved any form of cooking. Setsuna had a bit of a notorious reputation for that, contrary to what she believed that everyone enjoyed her meals. But that's beside the point that none should be doing any favors for a high ranking officer in Corrin's army, and rather he should be the one offering good deeds to his soldiers instead.

"...Ah, there." It took little time for Ryoma to finish slicing through the last of her restraints, the pieces of rope falling to the ground below. Hands were perhaps a little too careful when concerned for Setsuna's safety, the high prince swiftly stepping up and holding firm on the archer's thighs and waist to support her balance, in case of numbness in the legs.

"Can you walk, Setsuna? We should bring you back to your quarters."

"...Again, Setsuna. It is not even less than twenty minutes that you are left unattended, and you have went on and triggered another trap."

His tone of voice being slightly exasperated, for the reason being that roll call was just conducted with him taking mental notes of his sister's scatterbrained being present—until she wasn't. It appears that the shared responsibility has fallen onto the high prince, at long last, where it's usually cycled through the members of Corrin's army, typically with the last person who remembers seeing her heading out to rescue her.

His acute sight scans the trap. This particular one leaves Setsuna in a rather compromising position, one that the high prince finds himself distracted with how her breasts and the rest of her body is caught in it than the mechanics of the rope itself. Hardly is Ryoma even one to let his imagination carry him off like it was attempting to do now, and the visuals that the archer unintentionally provided was not helping his case. The caliber of an individual that he is is being put to the test by the last person he'd expect, so much so that shades of red peppers his features in a light blush, him stepping closer for further examination.

Only twenty minutes? That had to be a new record. Usually people only found Setsuna that quickly if they were with her when she got stuck. "Wow...you're so impressive, Lord Ryoma." Even Lady Hinoka could take a whole day to find her.

It was hard to keep her eyes on him as he stepped closer to her. If Setsuna stretched out her dangling leg, she could just barely touch the ground with her toe. She tried kicking at the ground to turn herself, but she wasn't able to get moving. Unnoticed by her, the action only succeeded in bunching up her clothes at her hips, revealing more and more of her tights covered legs.

"Sometimes I trigger traps even when I'm attended though." She didn't want Lord Ryoma to think she wasn't working when she was with others after all. "Your sister sometimes leaves me in those ones for a few hours on purpose." Hinoka called it punishment, but Setsuna really didn't see how it was one.

Ryoma's brow furrowed. "Hinoka does that? ...Well. Thinking on how often this happens, I can't fault her for it."

Seeing how this wasn't the problem he's faced with on the daily, he'd retract from sharing any critique to his sister, especially when considering she may be the best at handling this habitual occurrence from her retainer by this point.

"Still, I'm sure you are aware of how unhealthy this habit is for you, Setsuna. I will avoid the hypotheticals, but you have been blessed by fortune to not have fallen into anything dangerous..."

This is typical Ryoma, always finding room to express concern for the people close to him, even when Hinoka's retainer is in the most compromising of positions. Ryoma procured a wakizashi for this moment, beginning his steady work sawing at her restraints with the short blade.

"Hmm...what should I do?" Getting caught in traps wasn't unusual for Setsuna. But usually when she did, they were better than this one.

Instead of a rope net, this trap seemed to be just a big mess of rope designed to hold her as uncomfortably as possible. Setsuna was face down, with one of her arms was trapped at her side while the other was pulled up with a loop around her wrist. Some rope had managed to grab her by the thigh on one leg, so she couldn't even close them as the other leg dangled.

It wasn't the most comfortable trap she'd been in. She'd tried wiggling to get into a better position, but all that has managed was causing her clothes to shift and get caught.

Setsuna perked up at the sound of someone walking in her direction. She was impressed. By her usual standards, she hadn't been stuck in this trap for that long. This was quicker than people usually found her. "Oh, hello Lord Ryoma." The trap wasn't very good at all. It had only lifted her up to hip height. "Good news! There's no more traps for you to get stuck in here."

"...Again, Setsuna. It is not even less than twenty minutes that you are left unattended, and you have went on and triggered another trap."

His tone of voice being slightly exasperated, for the reason being that roll call was just conducted with him taking mental notes of his sister's scatterbrained being present—until she wasn't. It appears that the shared responsibility has fallen onto the high prince, at long last, where it's usually cycled through the members of Corrin's army, typically with the last person who remembers seeing her heading out to rescue her.

His acute sight scans the trap. This particular one leaves Setsuna in a rather compromising position, one that the high prince finds himself distracted with how her breasts and the rest of her body is caught in it than the mechanics of the rope itself. Hardly is Ryoma even one to let his imagination carry him off like it was attempting to do now, and the visuals that the archer unintentionally provided was not helping his case. The caliber of an individual that he is is being put to the test by the last person he'd expect, so much so that shades of red peppers his features in a light blush, him stepping closer for further examination.

“You’re so hard, dear~ Do my tits feel that good~?” Writer purred as he squished his soft breasts around the others cock, the man licking his lips as he enjoyed the way the other’s cock twitched and throbbed.

Writer giggled, finding Kell’s reaction to be so cute! It looked like he was trying to compose himself, but by how much his cock was throbbing, his cock was feeling very sensitive~

“Happy to hear that you’re enjoying them so much~” he cooed as he squished his breasts more firmly together; gently smothering Kell’s cock in his milk-filled tits.

Only Kell’s tip was managing to stick out from between his pillowy-breasts, and Writer would lean down to give it a little kiss, before lapping his tongue over the slit, and then around the head.

“Mmm~ So cute, I could just eat you up, dearie~” Writer cooed sweetly as he’d lick over his lips and would finally begin stroking Kell’s cock with his tits~

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"Oh my gods," The blush looks really endearing on his lightly colored skin. It's a bit much to adjust to Writer's sweet talk and the confinement of his erection submerged in squish. A moan after he chewed on his lower lip to suppress them—it wasn't going to look good keeping his vocals down with such warm, weighty, plush breasts working over his dick.

"Don't eat me, please. I don't taste good." Playfully teasing Writer back with his response, it being exactly what he wanted, but playing hard to get. Those plump, milky titties hypnotized Kell, looking so enticing in their motions, barely giving his leaky tip room to breathe in their squish. The bovine Writer would only have to continue the paizuri, milking the young man, and those sweet words will spill from his mouth in no time. That's how much of an effect he had on him.

“You’re so hard, dear~ Do my tits feel that good~?” Writer purred as he squished his soft breasts around the others cock, the man licking his lips as he enjoyed the way the other’s cock twitched and throbbed.

"Oghh, fuck, fuck yes," It's already bad enough that he's brought to cursing from this softness, but Writer didn't even begin the paizuri yet and Kell is already this sensitive. He can't stop his throbbing, but it can't be helped with something so hard swallowed up in the plushy embrace of weighty, creamy white flesh.

Fingertips raked through his own dreadlocks, breathing out a heavy sigh in attempt to get his breathing back on a regular pace. It must be haven't to be in between such warm tits.

The timing couldn't be any more appropriate for how his body was aroused. After all it's Hilda that encouraged them to become more intimate.

It's like his presence silently demanded the priestess' attention. Bluish eyes even had trouble leaving her own voluptuous frame as he moved past her to sit at her bed with his lap open and inviting.

"...Come closer."

Once again, he was so direct that it almost felt like he had just walked straight into her. Well, that, and he had pretty much smacked his dick in her face. Either way, Byleth knew her mission, opening her mouth slowly, and bringing her lips around the head of Jeritza's cock, not lacking for size. She looked up at him with those large eyes of hers, gently bobbing on just the head, giving little initial attention to the shaft, until her eyes shifted down to the length itself, and so to did her mouth, taking him further in.

Byleth seemed to get Jertiza in at about halfway, bobbing on his cock gently, but this ruse were merely a prelude, to lull him into a false sense of her innocence or lacking ability, only for her eyes to shoot back him, looking him directly in the eye, as she slid right the way down in one motion, taking him right down to the base, a much sluttier gulping and groaning sound echoing out from her throat. From here on, her motions reflected this, taking his full length each time, with a strong, almost forceful self-push forwards of her whole upper body to achieve her aims of pleasing him.

It goes to show that Jeritza was not entirely fooled by this ruse. Given that he's familiar enough with Byleth to know that she could take more of him, and yet still allowing the anticipation to pan out the way she intend for it to.

Byleth delivered in what prompted a flinch from Jeritza, balled fists, and grunting in response to having his cock devoured. Her throat was narrow, deep, constricting, and effortlessly kept the pressure consistent with what her increasingly sloppy mouth was able to suck down on that meaty cock. She really went at him like a slut, the energy in which he knew his colleague could channel at a moment's notice, with the short skirt and the rest of the skin-exposing cutouts of her subservient maid helping bring it all out to please the Death Knight's vessel.

"Gnnhh....falter once, and you lose." Jeritza enjoyed this fervent pace a lot from Byleth, the impulsiveness following behind it fused well with her natural strength that was pretty much making her fuck her own face on his dick. A woman after his stone cold heart.

"You're so strange....I like you."

Jertiza phrased everything strangely, behaved abnormally every waking moment, and did everything in a stilted, unnattural way. But Byleth liked him. Perhaps it was because he was direct, honest, and not at all veiled in his feelings towards her. Others tried to be subtle, danced around, put on airs of pretention, or hid their feelings. But Byleth knew where she stood with Jertiza. He bore great lust for her, and wished to fight her, to be killed by her, and to fuck her ragged. Knowing these things, not needing to figure out his intentions, getting everything honestly, disturbing as some of it was, held value to Byleth.

"I can feel how much you want to fuck me....you're like a horny student. But you're handsome and open....so I'll happily fuck you."

Byleth just wasn't very fearful of him, quite the opposite. The way he touched her so hungrily, bit at her skin, and rubbed his erection against her just made the professor want him even more. It wasn't enough though, taking his shaft in her hand, grabbing and stroking it to feel the length and texture of it. The professor needed this thing in her, she needed to fight it, to tame it, to submit to it, to enjoy it. Jertiza was a challenge on multiple fronts, but one that was worthy of her rising to meet him. He had stirred such need, such burning lustful desire by action alone, and now it was time for this 'maid' to serve him, and prove to him that she was as messy as she was clean. The divine voice in her head encouraged her further, already taunting her playfully about possibly calling the man her 'master' or making some truly frightening babies with him, but chiefly of all, egging Byleth on to fuck him senseless, or die trying.

"..."

Oddly enough, Jeritza remained relatively quiet at that bit, though within reason of hoping that she saw him coming to her as a man with his intentions laid bare before any of her students that may have to shuffle about when getting what they want from her. He didn't go by verbally addressing any of this since her acceptance aligned with both their current desires being met. By the end of this, she will bear his seed, confident that an offspring of their making would bring their lives together closer than what he thought they were now.

It could be in relation to her maid uniform, or the fact he found that unexpressive face to be fuckable that prompts Jeritza to have the woman pinned between him and the bed's edge, hands upon the shoulders that pressed her down on her knees to be met with the solid rod of meat that is his cock. Its leaking tip poised at her features, the veins along it prompting throbs under her wide-eyed stare, all while emanating a scent of his musk that could make anyone a bit dizzy.

"Use your mouth. Before I use you."

And there it is, the stoic pillar of a man voicing what he wanted for her to do. Whether it were by an order or a threat was up to Byleth to perceive, but it's important that she's on his good side with what patience he has at the current moment.

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Leonie finished up her stretching, feet shifting back and forth beneath her to make sure her footwork was ready and in order for this next one. Her ideas had been formulated a few ahead already, and now, upon hearing that he was prepared to go again now, Leonie felt a little drop of energy fall through her back, giving her step plenty of spring, as she walked on over to Kell, cupping his face in her hands, and pressing a deep, long kiss to his lips.

“Mmmmmm…… Ahhh…. Good. When you’re ready, babe, I want you to take me from behind, standing here, on your wall, bending off your bed, on your bed, your table, anything. I’m going to give you another chance to strut your stuff, and then straight after, I’ll show you some moves and take care of you myself. Does that sound fun?” Leonie’s arms rested just over his shoulders, keeping their naked bodies pressed together, warmth exuded by both of them. She was ready, she was excited, and she was prepared to do some give-and-take with her boyfriend!

She would find her summoner eager and rejuvenated by the kiss they shared, receptive to her advances, and even slipping in a little tongue action, all of which returned his cock to its former glory once she pulled away. His olive-skinned features glowed with a blush, where Kell looked a little dazed like his eyes struggled to focus in, but he damn sure listened well.

“Yeah, absolutely. Come here,” An impressive surge of strength from the muscles in his arms aids him in supporting Leonie’s weight around his waist as he lifts up onto his feet. To settle on one position among the variety of them was rather difficult, but he trusted his subconscious to lead them to whichever one that he seemed to favor, which he would find himself moving towards the wall next to his bed frame, settling the mercenary down to allow herself the time to adjust to what he had chosen, find her arch, whatever else she had to do to prime herself for him. 

“You’re just as needy as me, you know.” This does not exempt her from Kell being so close, hands roaming all over her fit body, tracing her torso, her hips, and groping her shapely, freckled behind. Leonie was given her time, she knew it was coming, so it wasn’t until after that brief moment was offered when he lines himself back up to plunge into her folds again, letting himself stay hilted to enjoy the wet, sticky, clinging embrace over his cock, a constant that remained unchanged.

Writer giggled at the other boy’s display, finding it so cute how he began nursing against his breasts; suckling and kneading them while he spread his legs wider.

The cow happily would tug the shorts down until he could free their cock; Writer cooing as he watched it bounce up~

“So cute~” he smiles, kissing Kell’s head once more as his gentle hand would first palming and fondle his balls. He hums, enjoying how full the felt~ But he soon moves to grasp around Kell’s cock so he could begin slowly stroking them~

As Kell would suckle, milk would begin to flow from Writer’s breast.

This was like a personal heaven for Kell, with Writer fulfilling his inner perversion that not many knew about. He was happy to have his hands filled with this cow, immersed in his voluptuous frame and being kissed so tenderly while his mouth focused on lewdly slurping his milk, letting his free hand jiggle the other breast.

Kell couldn’t help the moans leaving his mouth, the sweet, enriching flavor hitting his tongue truly was a delicacy, with the occasional gasp of air when his breath ran short from drinking. So much of the boy that his hands had yet to palm over, grasp, and squeeze at. He loved the attention his cock was getting, too...

In many ways, his room was a pleasant surprise. His Death Knight side always seemed as though he would have a messy room, not unlike a professor he once stabbed. Perhaps the side that was Jertiza's simply had more say in the state of his room. Either way, it was more organized than some of her students rooms were, and on a similar level to Byleth's own, which wasn't the pinnacle of meticulously arranged, but was kept in a usable and practical condition for ease of access to anything she needed. Funnily enough, by taking all of his clothes off, the man had done just that, and added himself to the list of things that had an ease of access for her/

While Jeritza undressed, Byleth remained fairly clothed, all things considered, as that was sort of the point of wearing the maid outfit to begin with. Taking it all off would just be a waste of time for the both of them. Whatever was necessary to remove would find its way off once the pair got started on making proper moves. After all, both were practically minded enough, consumed as things may have been in the fountains of lust pouring forth from the raw, horny energy in this room, they still would be aware of exactly what was in the way, and what could be left on.

"Hhhhnnn..... You're so eager. It's almost frightening."

The grin curling his lips was perhaps a touch more expressive and all-knowing. Jeritza's stoic demeanor seeming to crack upon this sexual tension turning the air thick.

"Heh. You'd do well to fear me in some capacity." His visage draws near, looking down, to where fingertips kept her vision tilted up at him. He had no problem maintaining eye contact with those grandiose sets of hers, for his were as dull and empty, conveying a void that stared right back.

Although sights took an obvious detour, a hunger that needed to be sated would have eyes falling to her chest, noticing the distinct features of her maid uniform. Her breasts stretched the fabric of her black button-up shirt, to which gives Jeritza the idea to grab her by the neck collar and snatch the buttons undone, thus exposing the glorious, rounded mounds of malleable flesh in quite the chest window.

"This soft exterior hides your true strength. I find you to be...very fascinating."

His greed does not fail to roughly palm both cloth and skin, and let fingertips do the kneading and squeezing. When it came to Byleth at least, he often mistook the impulses he acted upon for those more intimate, indulging in those desires as if they were lovers. With an available hand, he helps to bring that hefty, throbbing mass to the other's attention by getting her hand around it to grasp, stroke, whatever his fellow professor pleased to do with a cock so primed ready for her. Planting his mouth upon the skin just below her jawline, kissing her, it's clear that Jeritza surfaced a longing that he would hope to be shared by the other, but it's unclear where this obsession originated from, may it have been the Death Knight's desire to be slain, or may it be Jeritza's, all in all a confusing vessel of a man that found his way onto her.

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“Sounds to me like you need to take five then. No worries! In the meantime, I’ll start picking out some ideas, and when you’re good to go, I’ll show you some real action!” Leonie’s voice remained both confident and encouraging through and through. She may be a competitor and a breadwinning type of woman, but she wasn’t cruel or demanding in the haughtier sense. Everyone has their limits and pacing, and as a more seasoned mercenary, she knew that applied the hardest on the battlefield, where pushing yourself in the wrong ways, at the wrong times, could lose you a life and limb out there. A bedroom wasn’t a battlefield though, so Leonie could afford to be a little more relaxed here, doing just a few stretches next to the other side of the bed, keeping herself nice and limber for more fun!

“Tch.”

It’s futile, so bad to a point that he asks himself why he even acts like this, these tsundere-ish traits the summoner quarreled with while Leonie was just being her usual spunky self. He takes another drink while allowing his mind to wander of the dynamics of their relationship, particularly how he would have to come ready to indulge in a woman of her caliber, a force when horny that he’s learning to just let her have her way with his cock most of the time.

Honestly, taking glances at her stretching, she had a body to admire, so Kell can’t be at fault for wanting to be used like a fucktoy sometimes. He decided to mimic her stretching for the similar reasons of her own, especially now that he speculated whatever ideas she’s formulating would likely put him on the receiving end, enduring her once more.

“Aaaaahhhhhhh....” Releasing a loud exhale on his final seated stretch of his torso, Kell would rotate himself to face Leonie again. His cock did not entirely fall out of its aroused state, only at half mast, that would take a bit of work from the other to get him going again. Knowing her though, that would not stand a problem.

“Alright babe, I’m ready for more of you. Let's do it. Let’s see what Fodlan’s renowned mercenary has in store for me, eh?”